My Sub Big K.R.I.T.

[Hook]
My sub, my sub, my sub, I put that on my sub!
My sub, my sub, I put that on my sub!
My sub, my sub, I put that on my sub!
My sub, my sub
Yeah let my trunk knock till the tape pop
My rims chop chop, while the bass drop
Yeah let my trunk knock till the tape pop
My rims chop chop, while the bass drop

[Verse 1]
OK I pull up and my partners ask me "Krizzle where you sub at?
Hey fuck them tweeters they ain’t beaten, get yo sub back"
So I push my pedal to the metal to my cuz house
He owed me money, "fuck that bread, just set your sub out"
I fly like jets, that candy wet, I'm finna fuck wit hoes
E.q. these settin's in my Chevy 'till my trunk explode
Maybe I'm bumpin', maybe I'm trippin', Maybe I'm feelin' good!
Either way I'm quakin', shakin' wakin' up the folk in my neighborhood
Still hit the scene and whip, pour it up in my cup and sip
Never be where them white folk at cuz the laws over there they bound to trip
Lift it up in my trunk and bump, saw a lame and I hit the trunk
Pop that shit like twice for real, niggas gon' feel my wheels of steel
Chopping these vogues too, congrats when I roll through
Back to the backwood where I ride clean like I'm supposed to
Forever whipping on, leather guts with plenty chrome
Knocking pictures down till I get home
I put that on my sub